It’s still looking pretty gray out there.
I will make peace with this eventually.
Last night, I hung out at home, eating stir fry that I made up out of nowhere (sesame oil + garlic + soy sauce + ginger + siracha = delightful), and then watching the end of Casper with JW.
JW and I know almost everything about each other at this point.
We’ve know each other since we were fifteen, so this is inevitable.
But for some reason, JW did not know how much I loved this particular movie, and how my favorite part is at the end when Christina Ricci and Casper-turned-Devon Sawa (the most BEAUTIFUL teen star of the 90s, thank you very much) are slow dancing.
I might have starting singing along.
And then, in a strange twist of 27-ness, I may have started crying.
“Seriously?” said my husband.
Also last night, I headed to Zappos on my iPad to do a little internet running shoe shopping.
It’s evident that my kicks are basically falling apart.
When I communicated my online search to Ky, she admitted that she had noticed my sneakers were basically “rags on your feet.”
What’s more, when I checked my Zappos account to deduce what pair of sneakers to re-order, I was shocked to find that it has been nearly a year since I stepped into a new pair of runners.
I’m a firm believer in a new pair every six months.
Seems I’ve tripped myself up somewhere along the way.
Also my sneaks aren’t even available anymore.
Luckily, two minutes of browsing and I had scored a brand new pair of Sauconys.
My run this morning was a little brutal, as I had new, bouncy shoes on my mind, and old, falling apart shoes on my feet.
A bad combination.
And now, I’m off to brave the weather, chickadees. It’s almost Friday.
That is all.